The elevator door of Schiller's high tower opened, and Arrogance walked out slowly. He adjusted the cufflinks on his wrists, walked towards his room, opened the door, and walked to the desk to sort out the things on the desk. , I heard someone knocking on the door with a familiar rhythm.
"Please come in." Greedy opened the door a little, but did not walk in. He put a box on the doorside cabinet, gestured to Arrogance and said, "Your friend came to see you two hours ago, but you were not here. , this is his gift, I delivered it, goodbye." After saying that, he closed the door, frowned arrogantly, packed up the desk first, then walked to the door cabinet, took the box and came to the sofa .
The black box has a matte bat logo printed on its surface, which is the symbol of Batman in the main universe. Schiller opened the lid and found a book wrapped in dark blue paper inside.
After Schiller opened it, he saw the title of the book written in cursive English on the cover——
"Stray Birds". Schiller gently ran his thumb over the protruding part of the gilded text. After opening the book, he discovered that there was a letter sandwiched between the first and second pages of the text.
Schiller did not open the letter first, but glanced at the covered part of the envelope, which was a poem about birds.
"The birds in summer fly to my window to sing, and then fly away. The yellow leaves in autumn have nothing to sing about, they just sigh and fly down there." Schiller's fingertips touched that simple line of text , compared to Batman's heart, it is too shallow and light.
Schiller had never thought that "The Birds" would be something Batman would read. This collection of clear and bright poems would seem out of place even if it appeared on the bookshelf of Wayne Manor.
Schiller took the book and envelope back to the desk and sat down. After turning on the desk lamp, Schiller picked up the seam ripper and opened the thin wax seal. The letter paper inside also had a bat logo printed on it.
"Greetings to you, Dr. Rodriguez, has the winter passed in your area? I am writing this letter to you on the frozen Gotham River, conveying my thoughts as cold and frozen as the morning mist on this solemn winter day. I The half equation handed over to you is the result of joint research between me and my friends from another world. The chance encounter between the two of us came from you, and that is what you deserve. But in recent days, I have discovered that this equation has The power of the universe, so I have to tell you to take good care of it, even though I know there is no place safer than your brain. Regrettably, my universe is far from so peaceful. The powerful enemy and overlord in the world felt the power of the equation and paid attention to the earth and me. I have started to investigate him. If you have any information about
Please tell me the news and intelligence about the name "Darkseid" in detail in your reply. I know you have it, so I sent you a book in return. I hope you like it.
And another bad news, after the time in my universe went back, the clown was hiding in the darkness as always, trying to make his powerful enemy fall in mid-air, but this time he set his sights on the bat nest.
My four Robins and Batgirl were all shrouded in his dark and ferocious gaze, but the Justice League was overwhelmed by powerful enemies in the universe, and so was I.
We agreed that our first job was to prevent Darkseid from gaining access to the Equation. Here, I have to ask you that while I am setting my sights on the universe, I can send the birds to your universe so that I have no worries.
To Dr. Schiller read the letter carefully, and Batman's words were still concise and powerful without losing literary beauty.
Schiller discovered in his first few communications with Batman of the main universe that he is not a boring and rigid person. On the contrary, Bruce Wayne of the main universe is very artistic and does not speak too much for the sake of efficiency as the public thinks. A social mute in one word.
Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it sentiment. The fact is that Batman's writing is vivid and powerful, and can even be called lively and interesting. The trivial matters in the bat lair he describes have some Mark Twain-style humor.
After Schiller read the letter, he had already prepared the wording of rejection in his mind. It didn't mean that he was unwilling to contact the Bat Family. No matter how difficult the Robins were to deal with, they couldn't be as difficult as Batman himself. He regarded Batman as After graduating from teaching, there are still a few birds left.
However, in Schiller's plan, he will be committed to restoring his previous social circle in the future, so that he may travel between the New World and the Old World and participate in social activities.
He would first go to Washington to attend an academic conference on sociology, then go to Montreal to attend the birthday party of his former professor, and then go to London to attend a private party of an old friend, and then flit between Bordeaux and Paris, and... It is possible to go to Sicily to visit the old godfather and not have time to take care of the children.
But at this moment, Schiller saw another sentence below the last speech. The handwriting was more continuous than the content above. It looked like Batman had added it in a hurry. It read: "Doctor, you There are thousands of reasons to pull this dark city out of the abyss, but when it falls again with great force, you have only one reason to never let go, and that is to let your children enjoy the sun. I The same is true. I hope you can feel the sincerity of a father when your sunshine melts the ice floes on the Gotham River. Batman, stay on a winter day." Schiller stared at each word of these sentences, he thought , when he faces a living person, he can always see his complexity from all aspects. This complexity brings fresh vitality and outlines a three-dimensional image for him.
Batman seems to always be cautious, but his caution does not lead to cowardice and hesitation, nor does he feel inferior because of it. In other words, people always see too much of his caution, but fail to see his almost crazy boldness and Decisiveness comes from his confidence in his own judgment.
Obviously, Batman believes that based on the last paragraph alone, Schiller will definitely agree to him and take good care of his Robins. This comes from his understanding and analysis of Schiller's personality and behavior patterns.
His analysis was right, Schiller thought, and his words had succeeded in impressing him, so he deleted the wording of rejection that he had already prepared in his mind.
But Schiller has no intention of changing his social plans, and it is not in line with his social norms to refuse the scheduled banquet now, but it doesn't matter, anyway, no one among the birds from the main universe knows who he is, and they will only go to the bats. Xia.
So Schiller sat at the desk and wrote a reply to Batman.
"Having received your letter and gift, my opinion is as follows: the winter here is almost over. Rodriguez Manor is not close to the Gotham River, but the children passing by my door returned disappointed with their skates. I I think, the ice has melted. The equation is safe, and there is enough information about Darkseid to be compiled into a book. I will send it to you with the letter, but the situation in the two universes is different, so you should carefully screen it. Before you participate in justice When the Alliance is working, the Joker is a threat to any member of the Bat Family. I understand your desire to ensure their safety, but I have to tell you with regret - I will be very busy for the next period of time, so if you expect I can provide them with psychological counseling, but I'm afraid it's destined to fail. But if you just want them to take refuge here, then you can just ask Mr. Allen to send them to Wayne Manor, and the Batman of this universe will take good care of them. . What you brought me is not bad news, but I have to tell you the best news that has happened recently. Batman achieved very good results in a recent exam..." Just before Schiller While writing in the tower of his mind, Dick, Jason and Tim walked side by side along the Gotham River under the sunset.
"Let me just say that the sun is not necessarily a good thing. In the past years, the ice on the river could last at least another month." Jason said with some disappointment, holding a pair of skates in his hand.
On both sides of the road, there were many children who were as disappointed as them. Their shoes stepped on the cracks between the bricks, leaving wet water marks on the remaining withered grass, leaving intermittent trails in the sunset.
"Go back to eat." Tim tightened his thick scarf and breathed out a breath of white mist. He sniffed as if he was a little cold, and then said: "I bet Ah Fu must have warmed it up on the fireplace in advance." I’ll have vegetable soup and black rice cakes, and I’ll spread a whole dinner knife with cheese.” Dick’s Adam’s apple also moved. He put both hands into his pockets, lowered his head and counted the cracks in the bricks and said, “After dinner, I’ll I have to go to ballet class and then come back to do my French homework..."
"Why do you have to learn French to learn ballet?" Jason frowned and kicked the gravel on the ground with the front end of his boot.
Tim snorted coldly and said, "Because ballet originated in France, many professional terms are in French, and Dick's ballet teacher Sylvia is also French."
"I'm so annoyed." Jason changed the skates to another hand and said, "It's okay if Thomas doesn't come, but now I have to go play football with those wealthy kids on weekends. I'm really afraid of them. They fell into their mother's arms and cried." Tim giggled, shrugged and said, "Fortunately, my dad let me learn everything I need to learn."
"Don't forget that you still have to feed the pony." Dick reminded immediately: "Thomas is exaggerating. We have a whole horse farm."
"Yeah, it's not such a big place, and the horse that was frightened by Aisha would hit the wall and die." The three of them laughed up and down, obviously remembering the chaos that happened when they took Aisha to the racecourse last weekend. .
"Did Bruce take Elsa to see the school?" Jason asked.
"Otherwise, what has he been busy with lately?"
"Then which elementary school does he want Elsa to go to?"
"Thomas definitely wants Elsa to go to the girls' school in Portash. He will say that Martha graduated from there. Every teacher there has the title of senior clergy, nun or something."
"It's better to let Bruce donate money to rebuild a statue of Jesus for them. It's harder than the children's slide. Otherwise, no amount of nuns can avert God's wrath." They started laughing again, walking along the Gotham River bank. They walked back to Wayne Manor, not far from here, through the streets of the district. There was hot soup waiting for them in the fireplace, and Tim spread a lot of cheese on the black rice pancakes with his dining knife.
After they were both wearing only their shirts and working up a sweat, they sat on the couch in front of the fireplace and began to speculate on how much it would cost Bruce to appease God's wrath if Elsa's future elementary school replaced a statue of Jesus every week. .
After a while, Dick went out for class. The three-hour ballet class allowed him to vent his energy. He was a little tired and fell asleep in the car. When the driver woke him up, he was in Wayne Manor. A warm light appeared at the end of the dark road.
Dick yawned and got out of the car, picked up his dance equipment from the seat on the other side and lazily walked back to the hall.
Then I saw Bruce holding Aisha and talking to several strangers in the living room. One of them was wearing a blue and purple uniform, one was wearing a red hood, one was wearing a red and green uniform, a small boy, and a young lady with two pointed ears on the hood.
Their conversation made some noise, and it looked like they were arguing. Both Jason and Tim were missing. They might have gone to a classmate's house to do homework together and hadn't returned yet.
As soon as Dick walked in, everyone's eyes fell on him.
